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In her first dispatch from Paris Fashion Week, Horyn writes, “[Shows] began in a downpour — a literal one, that is. People arrived at Rochas on Wednesday shaking like poodles, and left to face lagoons of water in the streets … I hugged the sidewalk on the Champs-Élysées, staying under the trees, and got back to my hotel just before it let loose again. I opened a bottle of red wine.” Slurred Spoken like a true European, Cathy. Cheers to that.
